Jul 28, 2006 23:04
I've never been more pleased to announce that I'm currently unemployed.
Obviously, the chat with Darla went a hell of a lot better than I had imagined. (I figured she'd have been out for blood. But I guess we've all seen just a little too much of that lately.) She's letting me out of my contract with the Partners.
Just. Like. That.
Who knew I'd be this happy to know that when it's my time to go, I'll be able to die a normal death? I'm just Joe Citizen now, not some puppet controlled by a piece of paper.
I'm free.
Well. Okay, so things like this don't come without a price. But it's a price worth paying, and the local precinct isn't far from here anyway. Connor won't be the first murderer I've defended, and not that I'm about to march out and say it to a jury, but his motives were a whole lot stabler than most of those. But aside from that one favor to Darla, I'm free. No more tattoos, no more watching out for elevators that go all the way down to hell if you're not careful. I don't have to run a step further if it doesn't suit me.
Still a lawyer. No longer a Wolfram & Hart lawyer. And that changes everything.